Fire In Their Eyes Novels & Stories

She looked… hopeful. I squeezed my eyes shut. What had triggered it? What had caused the fire? Sophia. Her screams. The way her body crashed to the ground. The way the guards had just looked on, unaffected, amused. The heat surged again, filling every inch of my body, curling behind my eyes like an inferno ready to burst. Dread and anguish bubbled in my chest and stomach, boiling me from the inside out. Flames poured from my eyes, hotter, stronger, melting the frozen ground in front of us into mud.

She asked, but her voice was frighteningly calm. I gulped. "I got tired of using it, Your Majesty. I want to see the world with my eyes, while I still…" I need to be quiet. "I mean, I want to see everything that I couldn't all those years. I'm tired of being afraid of what I'm going to see, death comes to everybody and there's nothing we can do about it. It's not like I'll cause someone's death with my eyes, I'm just going to see it. Although most people don't seem to understand that, or rather, they don't want to. And that's okay, I don't mind people blaming me for it, not anymore. I just won't stand being accused of something I didn't do, like killing someone especially because I didn't wa

Mostly people said her hair looked like flames of fire. Miranda was not any less better looking than her sister. She had beautiful long dark hair that complimented her bright blue eyes. Her eyes were so clear that looking into them made one feel as if they could see Miranda's soul! Miranda had a pair of long beautiful slender legs that made her look like a super model.

Fire. I slowly open my eyes to see I am correct... There's a massive fire in the middle of these woods. I can feel my mates. I know I can. I can smell their ocean scent.... I look up on the cliff to the left of us and see a set of glowing amethyst eyes, I look over and see another set of glowing ruby eyes. I turn my head to the cliff to the right of me and see glowing sapphire eyes. I look above me in the tree and see glowing emerald eyes.

I sat down on the chair and cleared my throat before the pianist started the keys for ‘Light a Fire by Angela’. “Loneliness, you’re tied around my wrist,” I sang and slowly stole the attention of the audience. I sang passionately as I stared into Derek’s eyes and smile. “Oh, I was born to break these chains, like a spark before the flames; watch me a fire, fire in my soul. Yeah, I can feel it in my bones, like a dream ready to explore; watch me light a fire…” I sang smoothly. The moment I was done, the people were cheering as Derek smiled and drank his Negroni with a satisfied look.

The fire in his eyes, once a symbol of defiance, now flickered with a hint of vulnerability he struggled to conceal behind his icy stare. As I recounted the atrocities committed by Fenrir's pack, Lucian's eyes blazed with fury. The anger surged through his veins, his clenched fists trembling with rage, and his nails digging deep into his palms as he fought to maintain control. "They've decimated our homes, slaughtered our people, and unleashed a wave of terror that knows no bounds," I spat out with venom, recounting the relentless assault inflicted upon the town. The bitter taste of resentment lingered on my tongue.

I looked down and saw the edges of my clothes start to burn. My eyes burned too,no could sense it, I could feel it. “No,” I whispered. “Please not the fire. I’m not ready.” Mira said the fire fed on emotion, on rage, fear and pain.Right now, I have all three. The air grew thick, the whole room was filled with smoke. I watched as the fire spread across the floor in circles. My heart thudded so hard I thought it might break. I dropped to my knees and slammed my fists into the ground.

He added quickly, angrily, as if hating the softness in himself: “Don’t make me regret it.” Then he turned away, leaving Elara with the unspoken truth burning between them— The Fire King was not cold. He was burning too hot to touch.

My thoughts kept circling around Zinnia, and I kept pushing those thoughts away. Suddenly, a poem popped into my head; In my head, I am fighting fire with fire. The flames are getting bigger and brighter. I can hear it crashing. I can feel it burning. I am tossing, and I am turning. I am burning, and I am screaming. I am crying out for help. Why are they not putting the fire out? They are making it bigger. It is burning faster. I can feel it spreading through my body. Why are they making it worse?

I nod my head, close the book in front of me, and place it in my bag. I notice a burning smell and frown. “Is something burning?” As if on cue, smoke starts to come up from my hand where I am holding onto my bag, and I drop it. Alex chuckles and pats my bag to keep it from catching fire. “Don’t worry, that's normal, especially when angry or frustrated.” I slowly nod my head as Alex grabs my bag for me. “I will carry this for you until you calm and cool down a bit.”